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Erika wasn't certain whether she found the confidence comforting or just sad: In a way, she supposed it was good that some people still remained hopeful, while another, much larger part of her thought that it was all rather pointless, but then, she had never been one who judged the way others chose to live their lives. "Mmm." she simply mused.

Once again, the brunette found herself looking out over the establisment: It was impressive that he'd managed to create something like this out of nothing. Though, it was probably more surprising because he'd never struck her as the consistent type. He'd always gone and done whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased. Unlike many others she knew, Everett had never seen content to remain in the same place for long. "I don't, no." She replied as she looked back at him, her head tilting. "Though, that is hardly surprising." She added dryly.

The brunette's eyes narrowed slightly at the dry humor presented, though offered no other reaction. Her eyes followed him as he stood, and dropped to the packages placed upon the table. "That's one way of putting it, though, I haven't been in town for long." In truth, they'd only arrived yesterday. Perhaps it was a chance of luck, if nothing else. She made no move to grab for the items offered, and simply looked at them somewhat quizzically. "You should probably give these to someone who actually need them." After Bellefonte had fallen, she, Ellen and Felix had managed to scrounge up enough family money to last them. Brown eyes lifted once more. "My, haven't you become conceited."

"It's better to feel the exhaustion after the fact, that in the heat of the moment." If you had the time to let yourself feel the exhaustion anyway, but that was a whole different topic for another day. The topic of conversation quickly changed and the telekinetic furrowed her brows, as if confused at the question offered. "Don't I look alright?" She countered, a hand coming up to touch her cheek, then her forehead. "I feel fine." She knew what, exactly, it was he was asking, but then, she didn't exactly see the point in explaining either. It was a trivial thing, that didn't matter one way or another. It was what it was.

Something akin to disconnected amusement touched the brunette's features then, and she felt the urge to smile, though refrained from doing so. "I thought you said charity wasn't your thing." She mused, leaning back in her chair and letting the fork fall against the plate. "I don't really see why it would matter one way or another, but I can't exactly stop you either." She offered with a shrug: It was a curious thing: She knew exactly who he was talking about, because who else could there be, but she felt... Nothing.

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Eventually, though, Everett returned to the table, though not doing so empty handed. The amount of food he brought was rather ridiculous, but she saw no reason to comment on it. No, there was little point in being rude. Her head tilted curiously at the plate, brown orbs scanning its content: He'd always been a great cook, so the brunette saw no reason to distrust its taste. "Very well." She responded, her hand coming up to grab a fork and poking at the bacon wrapped chicken.

It was only when the movement of the chair echoed through the empty room that Erika's eyes lifted. For a moment, her brows furrowed in confusion. The confusion was quickly replaced by mild amusement as the male started helping himself off of her plate. With pursed lips, Erika used the fork to pull off a piece of the chicken and guide it to her mouth.

"That would imply I'd know you'd be here in the first place." She commented idly once she was done chewing. The next question was a little loaded, though: While she honestly doubted that Everett was capable of turning his back on his kind, she hadn't gotten this far by being careless. Instead of replying, the female pursed her lips and gazed about the room: It was a fine establishment. And from the look of things, it seemed to be going rather well.

If the customers she'd seen leave was any indicator.

"You always wanted to own your own restaurant, didn't you? A shame it took the end of the world for it to happen." Poking at the chicken once more, she pulled off another piece.

Erika’s eyes lifted from where the rat had disappeared to give their surroundings her attention. Whatever humor had been offered by the male seemed to bounce off of her without its intended effect. But then, it had been that way since before they’d left Kalispell, and Erika had asked Ellen to use her ability. “It will do.” she replied simply. It was a roof over their heads. It might not be ideal, but it was what it was.

It was only when her name was spoken aloud that the telekinetic looked over at her friend once more. For a moment, her gaze lingered there before it traveled back to the car. “She’s processing this her own way.” And Erika doubted anything she had to say would help. Unless Ellen needed someone to drag her out of the car kicking and screaming.

Ever since Erika had asked Ellen to use her ability on her, Erika had become more rational and detached, no longer burdened down by her emotions or fears. “But I’ll try.” She finally added.